With how quiet domestic affairs have been in Rhodolite as of late, Licht hasn’t had much to do. He has no new men to train or places that need tight security because he trusts his troops to handle it by themselves.

With the go-ahead from Leon, he’s found himself in Benitoite for a short vacation to watch one of his favourite travelling opera houses perform. You’re a songstress like no other, he’s never heard more of a strong and touching voice. He remembers the first time he heard you perform; you were in Rhodolite, it was their first White Rose Day festival and he has escaped the chillingly cold and draining day to see your show. He loves theatre but at the time he just felt too exhausted to attend even though it was his job as a prince to his nation. He ended up finding comfort in your performance, reminding him of his role and why Bloodstained Rose Day wasn’t his last day.

Licht shakes away his thoughts, he blinks a few times at your question. Who do I make this out to? A thin white notebook is held between his fingers, the pages stamped with Rhodolite’s official seal. “Ah… Licht. Just Licht.”